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Jul 2016
I really need you to get here...
Soon
I'm starting to doubt you exist
Everyday I come to terms with you not coming
With each thought I lay a brick
Making my walls unbreakable and my soul unreachable
So please, hurry up and get here.
I've been single a while. Starting to doubt Mr Right is out there
ZoeValley
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ZoeValley  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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